Back in November, I had my first extended trip away from Maya. I was looking forward to the trip, but not to leaving my puppy. I tried to prepare her as best I could, telling her all about how she'd be staying with her "auntie" and about all the fun she was going to have and how I would be back before she knew it. And as we all know, this was for me, not for her.
I dropped her off Friday morning, and eventually said good-bye. I left her plenty of food, her favorite toys, her bed, and her kennel. I even left the shirt I slept in the night before, just in case if she was missing me she could go snuggle up with it. As I was driving away, I seriously considered calling off the trip, but I had committed to running a half-marathon with a friend months ago, and I couldn't leave her stranded at the last minute. So off I went.
I got text updates every day, and it seemed like Maya was having a good time. She doesn't eat much when we're not at home, so I was worried about her not eating, but her "auntie" told me she was eating fine. And I also had no idea if she was going to let everyone sleep. She's only slept away from me once, and that was only one night when I had to board her, but this was going to be three nights, also known as an eternity. I warned her "auntie" that she might cry, but she said not worry, that she would just take out her hearing aids and then Maya wouldn't keep her up. After that first night, I asked her if Maya let her sleep, and she said yes. She just put Maya in the bed with her (which I never do) and they both slept until 7 am. I knew she was in good hands, and that she was being spoiled, but I still missed my puppy.
I made it back home the following Monday afternoon and finally got to see Maya again!! She was super excited to see me too. I sat and visited for a few minutes before we went home, and Maya was not enjoying that at all. She kept nudging my arm, and then walking to the door. She had had fun, but she was ready to go home. During our little chat, her "auntie" told me that Maya didn't want to eat Friday after I left, not even treats. When she hadn't eaten anything by Friday night, she stuck her food in the microwave for a few seconds, and Maya gobbled it up! Apparently, she learned that little trick with her last dog.
For the first 5 hours or so we were home, Maya wouldn't let me out of her sight. She thought I might have installed a secret exit in the bathroom and laundry room, so obviously I couldn't go into either room alone, just in case I happened to sneak out, and forget about going outside without her. That night, she feel asleep curled up next to me on the couch.....with her little paw on my leg. After the longest 4 days ever, things were finally back to normal in my little world.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Puppy of Terror
I have the bravest dog in the world, until someone or something looks at her, at which point she usually hides behind me. I find it hilarious that when she sees someone in the parking lot or down the hall, she'll bark non-stop and pull on her leash like crazy. But when she gets to them, she'll immediately cower in front of them or hide behind me. Like I said, brave.
A few nights ago, we ran into another dog from the complex, a sweet lab that must be at least 10 years old. We were walking back home when Maya spotted the lab, and she turned into a crazy puppy, barking and pulling like always. At which point the lab ran and hid behind her mom!! Poor dog, but I had to laugh.
I picked Maya up (the only thing that will get her to stop barking) and apologized to the lab's owner. She explained that her dog is scared of little dog. Apparently, her mother has a couple of little yorkies who always bully the lab around. So now she's terrified of all little dogs, included my sweet innocent little puppy. I felt bad for her, but I was funny to see this big dog scared of this tiny puppy.
A few nights ago, we ran into another dog from the complex, a sweet lab that must be at least 10 years old. We were walking back home when Maya spotted the lab, and she turned into a crazy puppy, barking and pulling like always. At which point the lab ran and hid behind her mom!! Poor dog, but I had to laugh.
I picked Maya up (the only thing that will get her to stop barking) and apologized to the lab's owner. She explained that her dog is scared of little dog. Apparently, her mother has a couple of little yorkies who always bully the lab around. So now she's terrified of all little dogs, included my sweet innocent little puppy. I felt bad for her, but I was funny to see this big dog scared of this tiny puppy.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Ewww, Carrots!!
One day, when Maya isn't very puppy like or isn't around any more, I'm going to think back at all her antics and smile. But in order to make that happen, I need to remember those antics. And that's where this blog comes in. I've been pretty back about keeping up on it, and that needs to change. I would say that I'm going to write something cute or funny or annoying or whatever every day, but we all know that's not going to happen. So instead, I'll just say that I'll write when I remember something cute she does.
So today -- Maya's introduction to carrots.
I never give Maya people food. Or I almost never give Maya people food. There are two exceptions: I use Cheerios as her treats and for training, and I give her plain rice (maybe a little plain chicken with it) if she's sick or has an upset tummy. But that's it.
Last night, I was munching on some baby carrots and accidentally dropped half of one. Maya was in the kitchen with me, and she immediately jumped all over it, carrying it to her favorite spot under the table. Then she set it down and smelled it. And then she tried to bite it. And then she dropped it again and tried licking it. For the next 5 minutes or so, she kept trying to figure out what to do with it. She couldn't seem to actually bite it, and licking it wasn't doing any good. After many attempts, she finally did manage to crack it, at which point she tasted it for the first time (I think).
She doesn't like carrots. After finally getting it cracked open, she set it down on the ground and walked away. I guess I don't need to worry about dropping any carrots on the ground. And the best part? I grabbed the camera and actually got her reaction on video. =)
So today -- Maya's introduction to carrots.
I never give Maya people food. Or I almost never give Maya people food. There are two exceptions: I use Cheerios as her treats and for training, and I give her plain rice (maybe a little plain chicken with it) if she's sick or has an upset tummy. But that's it.
Last night, I was munching on some baby carrots and accidentally dropped half of one. Maya was in the kitchen with me, and she immediately jumped all over it, carrying it to her favorite spot under the table. Then she set it down and smelled it. And then she tried to bite it. And then she dropped it again and tried licking it. For the next 5 minutes or so, she kept trying to figure out what to do with it. She couldn't seem to actually bite it, and licking it wasn't doing any good. After many attempts, she finally did manage to crack it, at which point she tasted it for the first time (I think).
She doesn't like carrots. After finally getting it cracked open, she set it down on the ground and walked away. I guess I don't need to worry about dropping any carrots on the ground. And the best part? I grabbed the camera and actually got her reaction on video. =)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sweet Puppy
I've decided that I have just about the sweetest puppy ever. And as proof, here's what happened this morning.
Since it's getting dark earlier, we've been going on our evening walks a little earlier than we used to. So instead of potty break at 7ish, walk and final potty at 9ish, it's just walk and final potty at 8ish (or just slightly later). But because she goes out earlier than she used to, she also wakes me up to take her out earlier in the morning.
Since last Saturday, I've taken her out and gone back to sleep. Usually, I walk into the bedroom and Maya follows me in; I crawl into my bed, she crawls into hers, and we're both out for about an hour. Today, she didn't follow me into the bedroom. I didn't really pay attention to where she went, but I assumed she went to look out the window for a while. I crawled into bed, and just as I'm about to fall asleep, I hear this teeny tiny muffled little bark. Now I'm awake. I listen closely thinking maybe I was imagining it, but about 30 seconds later, I hear it again.
I quietly got out of bed and peeked into the living room. And that's when I saw her. Maya was lying on the floor, head resting on her front paws, staring at her empty food bowl. And then another teeny tiny little bark. My poor puppy was hungry, but she didn't want to wake me up! You could almost see her little brain thinking: "I'm hungry, but Mommy is tired and I don't want to wake her up. But I'm hungry. Maybe if I bark really quiet...."
Of course I went and got her some food. Then I crawled back into bed. After filling her tummy, Maya came and joined me (in her bed).
Now admit it, I have the sweetest puppy. :)
Since it's getting dark earlier, we've been going on our evening walks a little earlier than we used to. So instead of potty break at 7ish, walk and final potty at 9ish, it's just walk and final potty at 8ish (or just slightly later). But because she goes out earlier than she used to, she also wakes me up to take her out earlier in the morning.
Since last Saturday, I've taken her out and gone back to sleep. Usually, I walk into the bedroom and Maya follows me in; I crawl into my bed, she crawls into hers, and we're both out for about an hour. Today, she didn't follow me into the bedroom. I didn't really pay attention to where she went, but I assumed she went to look out the window for a while. I crawled into bed, and just as I'm about to fall asleep, I hear this teeny tiny muffled little bark. Now I'm awake. I listen closely thinking maybe I was imagining it, but about 30 seconds later, I hear it again.
I quietly got out of bed and peeked into the living room. And that's when I saw her. Maya was lying on the floor, head resting on her front paws, staring at her empty food bowl. And then another teeny tiny little bark. My poor puppy was hungry, but she didn't want to wake me up! You could almost see her little brain thinking: "I'm hungry, but Mommy is tired and I don't want to wake her up. But I'm hungry. Maybe if I bark really quiet...."
Of course I went and got her some food. Then I crawled back into bed. After filling her tummy, Maya came and joined me (in her bed).
Now admit it, I have the sweetest puppy. :)
Monday, September 12, 2011
"Play With Me!"
I've been very busy with work lately, so my poor Maya has been left to her own devices much more often than I like. She usually does pretty well, but sometimes she just really wants some attention. This morning was one of those times.
I was in the bathroom getting ready for work when Maya comes looking for me. She has one of her favorite balls in her mouth, which she drops at my feet. This is the universal sign for starting a game of fetch. I look down and tell her I can't play, that I have to get ready for work. She looks at me with those big brown eyes, picks up the ball, and drops it at my feet again. I ignore her.
I hear Maya leave the bathroom, only to reappear moments later with another ball in her mouth. Again she drops it at my feet, and again I tell her I can't play. She leaves again and comes back with another ball. Eventually, there are five balls at my feet, and Maya is looking up at me with those big brown eyes. Her tail was wagging slightly, almost tentatively, and you could just see the hope in her eyes.
That's when I decide that a ponytail would be a great look for today, and for the next 20 minutes, Maya and me enjoyed a nice game of fetch.
I was in the bathroom getting ready for work when Maya comes looking for me. She has one of her favorite balls in her mouth, which she drops at my feet. This is the universal sign for starting a game of fetch. I look down and tell her I can't play, that I have to get ready for work. She looks at me with those big brown eyes, picks up the ball, and drops it at my feet again. I ignore her.
I hear Maya leave the bathroom, only to reappear moments later with another ball in her mouth. Again she drops it at my feet, and again I tell her I can't play. She leaves again and comes back with another ball. Eventually, there are five balls at my feet, and Maya is looking up at me with those big brown eyes. Her tail was wagging slightly, almost tentatively, and you could just see the hope in her eyes.
That's when I decide that a ponytail would be a great look for today, and for the next 20 minutes, Maya and me enjoyed a nice game of fetch.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Park Scare
For the first time in months, it was cool enough to go for a walk in the morning. Maya and I joined a few friends and their fur-babies at the local park, where I almost immediately had a mini-stroke or mini-heart attack or mini-something.
The local park has a duck pond that the dogs love. It's not so much the water that draws their attention, but the ducks. Pretty much the only thing I don't like about this pond is that it's relatively close to the street, so I always keep Maya on her leash until we're on the other side of it, just in case.
Today, just like almost every other time we've gone to the park, one of the dogs took off running towards the pond. And just like almost every other time, Maya decided to follow. She was still on her leash, so I didn't expect her to get very far, but the next thing I know, she's almost at the pond and I still have her leash in my hand.....with her collar hanging off the end. Yep, the clasp on her collar broke. And that's where the mini-stroke/heart attack happened. Luckily, she decided to run after the ducks in the pond and not the squirrels crossing the street.
And needless to say, we were at Petsmart picking up a new collar before the day was over. I did not like that feeling, and I'm hoping it doesn't happen again for a long time.
The local park has a duck pond that the dogs love. It's not so much the water that draws their attention, but the ducks. Pretty much the only thing I don't like about this pond is that it's relatively close to the street, so I always keep Maya on her leash until we're on the other side of it, just in case.
Today, just like almost every other time we've gone to the park, one of the dogs took off running towards the pond. And just like almost every other time, Maya decided to follow. She was still on her leash, so I didn't expect her to get very far, but the next thing I know, she's almost at the pond and I still have her leash in my hand.....with her collar hanging off the end. Yep, the clasp on her collar broke. And that's where the mini-stroke/heart attack happened. Luckily, she decided to run after the ducks in the pond and not the squirrels crossing the street.
And needless to say, we were at Petsmart picking up a new collar before the day was over. I did not like that feeling, and I'm hoping it doesn't happen again for a long time.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Spa Visit
Maya went to the groomer yesterday for her last summer cut. I've been to this place before, and I really like it. And since Maya practically dragged me in through the front door (or as much as a 10-lb dog can drag someone), I figure she really likes it too.
I have to admit that I wasn't thrilled with her cut. She was shorter than I wanted, and they did something odd with her face. I can't put my finger on it, but she just looks......different. There are only two groomers at this place, and a different one did her this time, so I'm sure that's why. She still a cutie, but I'll be sure to request the other groomer next time.
And in case you're wondering, here's how she turned out.
Told you she was still cute. :) And I don't know what the deal with the bows is. I forgot to tell them no bows, so they gave her a couple. I'm not a big fan of yellow on her (or in general), but this isn't the first time someone has put something yellow on her, so maybe it's just me. And probably the most shocking of all -- the bows are still in! Apparently she doesn't mind them as much when they're tiny like these.
I have to admit that I wasn't thrilled with her cut. She was shorter than I wanted, and they did something odd with her face. I can't put my finger on it, but she just looks......different. There are only two groomers at this place, and a different one did her this time, so I'm sure that's why. She still a cutie, but I'll be sure to request the other groomer next time.
And in case you're wondering, here's how she turned out.
Told you she was still cute. :) And I don't know what the deal with the bows is. I forgot to tell them no bows, so they gave her a couple. I'm not a big fan of yellow on her (or in general), but this isn't the first time someone has put something yellow on her, so maybe it's just me. And probably the most shocking of all -- the bows are still in! Apparently she doesn't mind them as much when they're tiny like these.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Harness Time
If you ever read this blog, you probably know that Maya is a puller. If you didn't know that, well now you do. Although I've looked into getting a harness for her before (click here), I never actually bought one. But after a day of horrible pulling and gagging, I decided it was time. I rather spend a few bucks on a harness than a few hundred bucks on a vet if (and when) she hurts herself.
I already knew the selection at the local Petsmart wasn't very good, so I went online instead. And I soon realized that I needed a measuring tape. I own two of them, but I had no idea where they were. So I did the next best thing -- I grabbed Maya's leash and a ruler. In no time I had the measurements I needed, jumped on Amazon, found a good harness, and it's on it's way. Hopefully it will arrive before my puppy decides to choke herself to death....
To be continued......
I already knew the selection at the local Petsmart wasn't very good, so I went online instead. And I soon realized that I needed a measuring tape. I own two of them, but I had no idea where they were. So I did the next best thing -- I grabbed Maya's leash and a ruler. In no time I had the measurements I needed, jumped on Amazon, found a good harness, and it's on it's way. Hopefully it will arrive before my puppy decides to choke herself to death....
To be continued......
Thursday, August 25, 2011
New Game
I inadvertently stumble upon a new game for me and Maya yesterday: chase.
Maya loves when I chase her, and yesterday we somehow got a game of chase going. Since she's so much smaller than me, she can easily get around and under things that I pretty much have to move out of my way. And this is where our typical game of chase changed.
I was chasing her around the kitchen table, and I kept having to move the chairs out of my way as I went around (I guess that's what happens when you don't push them back in). It didn't take long for her to catch up to me, and soon we had a game of let's-chase-the-human going. From the wag of her tail and playful barks, this might just be the most fun game ever. Now I just need to work on getting in better shape so our games can last longer.
Can't wait to see what fun games we come up with tomorrow.
Maya loves when I chase her, and yesterday we somehow got a game of chase going. Since she's so much smaller than me, she can easily get around and under things that I pretty much have to move out of my way. And this is where our typical game of chase changed.
I was chasing her around the kitchen table, and I kept having to move the chairs out of my way as I went around (I guess that's what happens when you don't push them back in). It didn't take long for her to catch up to me, and soon we had a game of let's-chase-the-human going. From the wag of her tail and playful barks, this might just be the most fun game ever. Now I just need to work on getting in better shape so our games can last longer.
Can't wait to see what fun games we come up with tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Invader
I've been working with Maya on getting her to leave me alone when I'm eating. She does better some days than others, and it really doesn't matter what I'm eating.
Today was an especially bad day. I tend to eat in the living room, and Maya tends to curl up on the other end of the couch. Occasionally she heads my way, but I just block her path with my leg and she'll head back to her end. About half the time I need to add a stern "no" or "off." But that didn't work today. No matter what I said or did, Maya just kept trying to get on my lap and into my plate. The more I tried to get her to go back to her end of the couch, the more determined she was to get to my food.
And then I happened to glance to her end of the couch, where my laptop bag was laying. She wasn't trying to get to my food, she was trying to tell me there was something in her bed. I moved the laptop bag, and she immediately went to her end of the couch and curled up for a quick nap.
Today was an especially bad day. I tend to eat in the living room, and Maya tends to curl up on the other end of the couch. Occasionally she heads my way, but I just block her path with my leg and she'll head back to her end. About half the time I need to add a stern "no" or "off." But that didn't work today. No matter what I said or did, Maya just kept trying to get on my lap and into my plate. The more I tried to get her to go back to her end of the couch, the more determined she was to get to my food.
And then I happened to glance to her end of the couch, where my laptop bag was laying. She wasn't trying to get to my food, she was trying to tell me there was something in her bed. I moved the laptop bag, and she immediately went to her end of the couch and curled up for a quick nap.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
One Year Later...
Yesterday was Maya's "got day." What's that? It's the day I got her! :)
It's officially been one year since Maya came home, and what a year it has been. She started out as a really shy puppy who ran and hid from me to one whose favorite nap position is curled up on my lap or right next to me (where she happens to be right now). We've had our share of adventures, from a broken leg (her) and a broken foot (me) to meeting new puppies and new babies. We've visited the dog park (which she hates) and my parents house (which she loves), discovered her favorite foods (chicken and rice), her favorite treats (Cheerios), and her favorite non-chew toy chew toy (my socks).
Yes, it's been a lot of work, and we're still working on some things, but it's also been a lot of fun. So what's my favorite part about having a dog? Coming home and seeing how excited she is just to see me. It's been a year, but it still makes me smile every time.
It's officially been one year since Maya came home, and what a year it has been. She started out as a really shy puppy who ran and hid from me to one whose favorite nap position is curled up on my lap or right next to me (where she happens to be right now). We've had our share of adventures, from a broken leg (her) and a broken foot (me) to meeting new puppies and new babies. We've visited the dog park (which she hates) and my parents house (which she loves), discovered her favorite foods (chicken and rice), her favorite treats (Cheerios), and her favorite non-chew toy chew toy (my socks).
Yes, it's been a lot of work, and we're still working on some things, but it's also been a lot of fun. So what's my favorite part about having a dog? Coming home and seeing how excited she is just to see me. It's been a year, but it still makes me smile every time.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Sneaky Thief
Maya has always been a bit of a thief. I think it's just a dog thing, but since she's my first dog, I could be completely wrong. I've written about her being a thief before. If you'd like to reminisce, click here. She was just a little puppy then, so she's gotten better.
She still loves socks, so I have to be careful about those. But now, she also likes any piece of clothing that she can get her paws on. To be more specific, anything that is in my closet. Now to be fair, it's only the clothes on the floor, but still.
Maya loves hanging out in my bedroom when I'm getting dressed. I know it has nothing to do with me; it's just when she can guarantee the closet door will be opened sooner or later. She'll sneak in there as soon as I'm distracted and take off running with whatever goody she finds. This past week, as soon as I noticed she was in there, I would quietly close the door behind her, leaving it slightly cracked so I could still look in. She'd grab something and head to the door, only to find it closed behind her. Since she knows "drop," I would tell her to drop. As soon as she did, I opened the door. The first few times, she immediately grabbed her goody again, so I closed the door again and told her to drop. She caught on pretty quickly that she would not make it out of the closet with something in her mouth.
I thought we had turned a corner yesterday. We were playing fetch and her ball accidentally went into the closet (which I had inadvertently left cracked). She used to just run in there and maybe come out with her ball, maybe come out with a goody. This time, she stood outside the closet and barked at the door until I went and got the ball for her.
At first I felt a little bad because I had made her scared of the closet. But at the same time, I was kind of glad because I didn't have to remember to keep the door closed. And then about an hour later, Maya ran by with a sock in her mouth. Apparently she got over her fear of being locked in the closet.
She still loves socks, so I have to be careful about those. But now, she also likes any piece of clothing that she can get her paws on. To be more specific, anything that is in my closet. Now to be fair, it's only the clothes on the floor, but still.
Maya loves hanging out in my bedroom when I'm getting dressed. I know it has nothing to do with me; it's just when she can guarantee the closet door will be opened sooner or later. She'll sneak in there as soon as I'm distracted and take off running with whatever goody she finds. This past week, as soon as I noticed she was in there, I would quietly close the door behind her, leaving it slightly cracked so I could still look in. She'd grab something and head to the door, only to find it closed behind her. Since she knows "drop," I would tell her to drop. As soon as she did, I opened the door. The first few times, she immediately grabbed her goody again, so I closed the door again and told her to drop. She caught on pretty quickly that she would not make it out of the closet with something in her mouth.
I thought we had turned a corner yesterday. We were playing fetch and her ball accidentally went into the closet (which I had inadvertently left cracked). She used to just run in there and maybe come out with her ball, maybe come out with a goody. This time, she stood outside the closet and barked at the door until I went and got the ball for her.
At first I felt a little bad because I had made her scared of the closet. But at the same time, I was kind of glad because I didn't have to remember to keep the door closed. And then about an hour later, Maya ran by with a sock in her mouth. Apparently she got over her fear of being locked in the closet.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Chipped
I've been debating for a while now whether or not to have Maya microchipped. On the one hand, she's a completely indoor dog who never goes anywhere without me, so when would she ever get lost? On the other hand, someone could always break in, or maintenance could accidentally let her out, or there could be a fire or other disaster and we get separated, or..... I realized that even if none of these things ever happen (and I hope they don't), there's always the possibility that she could get lost. And yes, she has a collar and tags, but what if they fall off?
So I called my vet to inquire about pricing. They charge $89, but they do all the paperwork for you. This seemed a little steep to me, but since it was my first call, I guess it could be in line with other vets. I then called the local animal control. They charge $20, but you have to do the paperwork. So basically my vet is charging me $69 to fill out a form? Wow. My final call went to a vet recommended by a friend. This is actually where Maya was spayed and where I had been considering making her permanent vet. They charge $30. I was amazed at the differences in prices for the exact same product. A $10 difference seems perfectly reasonable, but charging three times as much?!?!
Anyways, I made an appointment and Maya got microchipped today. She doesn't particularly like the vet, so she hid under my chair at first. She eventually ventured out, and she let the vet play with her and check her out, but she did not like that big needle. She turned her head so quick when the vet inserted it that I thought she was going to snap at her. But a second later it was over and we were heading home.
I know that if Maya ever gets lost a microchip won't guarantee her safe return, but it gives her another chance to make it home. I just think of it as a tag that can't fall off, and that means a little peace of mind.
So I called my vet to inquire about pricing. They charge $89, but they do all the paperwork for you. This seemed a little steep to me, but since it was my first call, I guess it could be in line with other vets. I then called the local animal control. They charge $20, but you have to do the paperwork. So basically my vet is charging me $69 to fill out a form? Wow. My final call went to a vet recommended by a friend. This is actually where Maya was spayed and where I had been considering making her permanent vet. They charge $30. I was amazed at the differences in prices for the exact same product. A $10 difference seems perfectly reasonable, but charging three times as much?!?!
Anyways, I made an appointment and Maya got microchipped today. She doesn't particularly like the vet, so she hid under my chair at first. She eventually ventured out, and she let the vet play with her and check her out, but she did not like that big needle. She turned her head so quick when the vet inserted it that I thought she was going to snap at her. But a second later it was over and we were heading home.
I know that if Maya ever gets lost a microchip won't guarantee her safe return, but it gives her another chance to make it home. I just think of it as a tag that can't fall off, and that means a little peace of mind.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Alarm Clock
Since Maya came home almost a year ago, I have rarely had to use my alarm clock. Maya is very good about getting me up in the morning to take her out, and the vast majority of the time, that's between 7:00 and 7:30. That also happens to be the time I need to get up in order to get ready for work.
Today I decided to sleep in. Maya woke me up as normal, and we went outside. When we got back, I laid down on the couch and catch a few more z's. Maya was nice enough to let me sleep half an hour, then she decided I really needed to get up. She growled at me, barked at me, hit my arm with her snout, and then jumped on me. I finally decided that I was not going to get any extra sleep and got up.
I assumed Maya wanted to play, but I was wrong. As soon as I got off the couch, she got on, curled up and went to sleep. Apparently she just wanted me out of her bed.
Today I decided to sleep in. Maya woke me up as normal, and we went outside. When we got back, I laid down on the couch and catch a few more z's. Maya was nice enough to let me sleep half an hour, then she decided I really needed to get up. She growled at me, barked at me, hit my arm with her snout, and then jumped on me. I finally decided that I was not going to get any extra sleep and got up.
I assumed Maya wanted to play, but I was wrong. As soon as I got off the couch, she got on, curled up and went to sleep. Apparently she just wanted me out of her bed.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Help! I'm Being Attacked!!
Maya is scared of bubble wrap! Ha ha ha!!
I opened a package the other day, and the contents were wrapped in bubble wrap. I love bubble wrap. More specifically, I love popping all the little bubbles one at a time. Apparently Maya does not like this. The first few pops intrigued her, the next few startled her, the next few scared her.
I guess that's partially my fault. When I first started popping them, she came to investigate. This was the giant-bubble bubble wrap. Since she was pretty close to the wrap, I thought it would be funny to pop the bubble right by her, where it would blow a little air in her face. She did not like this.
After realizing she was scared of it, I set it on the ground and tried to get her to come check it out, but she wanted nothing to do with it. She started growling at it and walked way around it. I felt bad for her, but I couldn't help but laugh.
I opened a package the other day, and the contents were wrapped in bubble wrap. I love bubble wrap. More specifically, I love popping all the little bubbles one at a time. Apparently Maya does not like this. The first few pops intrigued her, the next few startled her, the next few scared her.
I guess that's partially my fault. When I first started popping them, she came to investigate. This was the giant-bubble bubble wrap. Since she was pretty close to the wrap, I thought it would be funny to pop the bubble right by her, where it would blow a little air in her face. She did not like this.
After realizing she was scared of it, I set it on the ground and tried to get her to come check it out, but she wanted nothing to do with it. She started growling at it and walked way around it. I felt bad for her, but I couldn't help but laugh.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Haircut Time?
Time to catch up on some Maya adventures!!
I've decided that Maya needs a harness. It something I had considered in the past, but hadn't thought about recently. Then Maya broke her leg. Then I broke my foot. Then we've had 40 days of 100+ temperatures. So what does that have to do with anything? It means she hasn't gotten regular walks in a LONG time, and she's somewhat forgotten how to walk on her leash. If we got out to potty, she has no problems. But if we try to head out for a walk, she gets super-excited and pulls like crazy. She's choking herself, coughing and gagging, but she won't stop pulling. A friend took her for a walk the other day, and she suggested a harness. It should help her not pull, but even if she pulls, she won't be getting choked. That made sense to me.
The next day, I took Maya to PetSmart to check out the selection. Maya loves going to PetSmart because she knows they have treats at the register. Of course, that's the first place she heads (pulling the whole time). The lady there knows her and bends down to pet her. The first words out of her mouth? "Hi there! Looks like you're going to see the groomer today!" Um, no.
Now don't get me wrong, I know that sometimes I let her coat get a little too long, but I thinks she looks really cute right now! Am I right or am I right?
I don't know, but that seems like something you shouldn't ask, kind of like asking someone who's gained a little weight if they're pregnant. (Ok, it's not that bad :P)
And by the way, they had a horrible selection, so Maya is still harness-less.
I've decided that Maya needs a harness. It something I had considered in the past, but hadn't thought about recently. Then Maya broke her leg. Then I broke my foot. Then we've had 40 days of 100+ temperatures. So what does that have to do with anything? It means she hasn't gotten regular walks in a LONG time, and she's somewhat forgotten how to walk on her leash. If we got out to potty, she has no problems. But if we try to head out for a walk, she gets super-excited and pulls like crazy. She's choking herself, coughing and gagging, but she won't stop pulling. A friend took her for a walk the other day, and she suggested a harness. It should help her not pull, but even if she pulls, she won't be getting choked. That made sense to me.
The next day, I took Maya to PetSmart to check out the selection. Maya loves going to PetSmart because she knows they have treats at the register. Of course, that's the first place she heads (pulling the whole time). The lady there knows her and bends down to pet her. The first words out of her mouth? "Hi there! Looks like you're going to see the groomer today!" Um, no.
Now don't get me wrong, I know that sometimes I let her coat get a little too long, but I thinks she looks really cute right now! Am I right or am I right?
I don't know, but that seems like something you shouldn't ask, kind of like asking someone who's gained a little weight if they're pregnant. (Ok, it's not that bad :P)
And by the way, they had a horrible selection, so Maya is still harness-less.
Friday, May 20, 2011
New Toys!
I've realized that Maya is like most puppies, meaning she's like a little kid. And like little kids, she loves getting new toys. I took her for a haircut a couple of days ago, and unfortunately, I didn't realize until late that night that her ears were lopsided. :/ I was not happy about having to go back the next day, and she was even less thrilled. She hates going to the groomer, but I figured a new toy might make it better. So while I waited for them to finish up evening her out, I decided to take a look around the store.
I've been thinking about getting Maya something new for a while now, but I hadn't decided what. She already has balls and ropes and other random stuff, and I can't give her any stuffed toys because she tears them open and eats the stuffing. And that when I stumbled upon the stuffless stuffed animals. They had the cutest little fox, and I just knew Maya would love it. I went ahead and got it for her, and I was right, she LOVED it. In fact, once we got it home, she didn't put it down for almost 2 hours!! She "hunted" it, dragged it around the house, chewed it up, tried to shake the stuffing out of it (someone beat her to that one!), and everything else dogs do to their toys. Then she comforted it. :)
I've been thinking about getting Maya something new for a while now, but I hadn't decided what. She already has balls and ropes and other random stuff, and I can't give her any stuffed toys because she tears them open and eats the stuffing. And that when I stumbled upon the stuffless stuffed animals. They had the cutest little fox, and I just knew Maya would love it. I went ahead and got it for her, and I was right, she LOVED it. In fact, once we got it home, she didn't put it down for almost 2 hours!! She "hunted" it, dragged it around the house, chewed it up, tried to shake the stuffing out of it (someone beat her to that one!), and everything else dogs do to their toys. Then she comforted it. :)
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Puppy Lesson #2 -- Socks
Today, Maya would like to share her tips for successfully stealing socks:
First, find a good hiding spot. This needs to be a place the socks will fit, but it is not necessary for you to fit into the hiding spot. You'll need a way to get your socks in and out quickly, so be sure you can easily get a paw into the space. If you're a small dog, you have the advantage that your paws are smaller than your person's arm. Use this to your advantage.
Next, locate socks. It helps if your person doesn't notice you hunting for the socks. You can distract her by playing quietly with a toy for a couple of minutes. That way when you quietly start your hunt, she'll think you're still playing with the toy. Take as many socks as you can possibly find, and quickly and quietly get them into the hiding spot you previously identified. Sacrifice quickness for quietness if necessary. Depending on your size, you may have to take one sock at a time. That's ok, just stay quiet while you do it so you don't draw any attention to yourself while you go back for the remaining socks. If there are a lot of socks and it will take you more than a couple of minutes, you might also want to make a quick appearance in front of your person so she doesn't get curious and start looking for you. Just take the toy you were playing with earlier and play with it in front of her for a few minutes before going back to your sock hunting/hiding.
Finally, play with/chew socks. You'll have to do this in the open. Whatever you do, do not do this near your hiding place. We all know you'll get caught eventually, either because your person will see you or because you're being too quiet and your person will go looking for you. Either way, if you're near your hiding spot when you get caught, you'll lose all your socks. If you do this elsewhere, one sock will get taken away, but you still have the rest safely in your hiding spot.
I hope this helps some of you puppies out there enjoy your socks a little while longer. Happy hunting!
- Maya
First, find a good hiding spot. This needs to be a place the socks will fit, but it is not necessary for you to fit into the hiding spot. You'll need a way to get your socks in and out quickly, so be sure you can easily get a paw into the space. If you're a small dog, you have the advantage that your paws are smaller than your person's arm. Use this to your advantage.
Next, locate socks. It helps if your person doesn't notice you hunting for the socks. You can distract her by playing quietly with a toy for a couple of minutes. That way when you quietly start your hunt, she'll think you're still playing with the toy. Take as many socks as you can possibly find, and quickly and quietly get them into the hiding spot you previously identified. Sacrifice quickness for quietness if necessary. Depending on your size, you may have to take one sock at a time. That's ok, just stay quiet while you do it so you don't draw any attention to yourself while you go back for the remaining socks. If there are a lot of socks and it will take you more than a couple of minutes, you might also want to make a quick appearance in front of your person so she doesn't get curious and start looking for you. Just take the toy you were playing with earlier and play with it in front of her for a few minutes before going back to your sock hunting/hiding.
Finally, play with/chew socks. You'll have to do this in the open. Whatever you do, do not do this near your hiding place. We all know you'll get caught eventually, either because your person will see you or because you're being too quiet and your person will go looking for you. Either way, if you're near your hiding spot when you get caught, you'll lose all your socks. If you do this elsewhere, one sock will get taken away, but you still have the rest safely in your hiding spot.
I hope this helps some of you puppies out there enjoy your socks a little while longer. Happy hunting!
- Maya
Monday, April 11, 2011
Coming Home
If you read my previous post, then you know Maya had her first doggy day care experience this weekend. It was really hard to leave her, but I knew she would be fine at the one I ended up picking. So we packed up her bed, food, and some toys and headed out on Saturday morning. She was fine when we walked in, but it wasn't long before she figured out that I would be leaving without her.
Since Maya was refusing to leave with their staff, they had me walk her to her "suite." They had offered her a treat when we got there, but Maya had refused to take it from them. I had taken it for her, and when we got to her "suite," I set it down in the back and walked out, hoping to convince her to go in. She looked at the treat, then up at me, ran into the room and grabbed the treat, and ran back out with it in her mouth! She eventually did go into her room, but she wasn't happy about it.
I picked her up the following day. A staff member went to get her as I was paying the bill and going over her report card. They told me she hadn't really eaten, but everything else had been fine -- she played well with two other small dogs and went on a total of 5 walks with a lot of exploring. They all said they loved her and she listened/obeyed commands very well, was super sweet, and incredibly cute.
When we got home (finally!), she grabbed a bite to eat and then was out. She slept for hours, the way she only does when I've completely worn her out with a really long walk or lots of playing. I figure she either didn't sleep all night, or they completely wore her out. I'm hoping it was the latter and she had a really good time. I hope I don't have to leave her anywhere again, but I'm sure I will eventually. At least now I know she'll have a good time and will be well taken care of.
Since Maya was refusing to leave with their staff, they had me walk her to her "suite." They had offered her a treat when we got there, but Maya had refused to take it from them. I had taken it for her, and when we got to her "suite," I set it down in the back and walked out, hoping to convince her to go in. She looked at the treat, then up at me, ran into the room and grabbed the treat, and ran back out with it in her mouth! She eventually did go into her room, but she wasn't happy about it.
I picked her up the following day. A staff member went to get her as I was paying the bill and going over her report card. They told me she hadn't really eaten, but everything else had been fine -- she played well with two other small dogs and went on a total of 5 walks with a lot of exploring. They all said they loved her and she listened/obeyed commands very well, was super sweet, and incredibly cute.
When we got home (finally!), she grabbed a bite to eat and then was out. She slept for hours, the way she only does when I've completely worn her out with a really long walk or lots of playing. I figure she either didn't sleep all night, or they completely wore her out. I'm hoping it was the latter and she had a really good time. I hope I don't have to leave her anywhere again, but I'm sure I will eventually. At least now I know she'll have a good time and will be well taken care of.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Doggy Day Care
Maya will be making her first trip to doggy day care tomorrow. We went and checked out about 5 or 6 places today. At the first one, Maya hit behind my legs, shaking the whole time. At the second one, she peeped her head out from behind me. By the third one, she was jumping on the staff begging for treats! I think she finally figured out she wasn't being left anywhere.
After running around all afternoon, we finally found a place I was comfortable leaving her. This will be the first time she's left somewhere where people are not hurting her (boosters, surgery) or making her look funny (groomer), and I hope she has a good time.
Update coming in a couple of days. Wish us luck!
After running around all afternoon, we finally found a place I was comfortable leaving her. This will be the first time she's left somewhere where people are not hurting her (boosters, surgery) or making her look funny (groomer), and I hope she has a good time.
Update coming in a couple of days. Wish us luck!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Puppy Lessons
I've decided that from time to time, I'll let Maya pass along some of the lessons she's learned to other puppies in need.
Today, puppy lesson #1 -- Let's say you're really tired and want to take a nap. However, you're scared that if you fall asleep, your person will want to go out, leaving you behind. How do you get your beauty rest without risking being left at home?
Easy, just use your person's purse as a pillow!!
Today, puppy lesson #1 -- Let's say you're really tired and want to take a nap. However, you're scared that if you fall asleep, your person will want to go out, leaving you behind. How do you get your beauty rest without risking being left at home?
Easy, just use your person's purse as a pillow!!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Doggy Tricks
I hate to admit it, but this dog listens to me better than my dog.
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At least it's cute. ;)
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At least it's cute. ;)
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Stop It!
I don't know what's going on, but Maya has been driving me crazy! For some reason, she insists on chewing on things she's not supposed to chew on. I know puppies like to chew on things, that's why she has chew toys.
Lately, she's decided that her toys are no longer fun and she'd rather chew on my things. Yesterday, she destroyed a nail file; Tuesday, she attacked a crochet hook; Monday, she chewed a pencil to bits; Sunday, she got a hold of a pen. I forget what she got into before that. And before you say I should keep a better eye on her or keep things out of her reach, all of this happened while I was in the shower, and I thought I had put everything out of her reach.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I have to find a way to stop this. She never used to chew on my things, but it looks like that's changing. I need to find a way to stop this behavior before it gets out of hand. Any suggestions?
Lately, she's decided that her toys are no longer fun and she'd rather chew on my things. Yesterday, she destroyed a nail file; Tuesday, she attacked a crochet hook; Monday, she chewed a pencil to bits; Sunday, she got a hold of a pen. I forget what she got into before that. And before you say I should keep a better eye on her or keep things out of her reach, all of this happened while I was in the shower, and I thought I had put everything out of her reach.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I have to find a way to stop this. She never used to chew on my things, but it looks like that's changing. I need to find a way to stop this behavior before it gets out of hand. Any suggestions?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Hissy Fit
Maya may finally be learning not to play with stray cats. A friend has two cats that play with Maya as if they were dogs. I think this is really cute, except that now Maya thinks she supposed to play with cats, not chase them. And the stray cats around here haven't gotten that memo.
Whenever Maya sees a cat now, she gets real excited and starts pulling me towards it. Of course, the cat thinks it's about to become dinner, so it takes off running. Maya's actually been able to get close to a couple of the cats, mainly because they were frozen in place, too terrified to take off running. I don't let her get close enough to touch them, or to where they could get at her, but she has gotten within a couple of feet. And then I pull her away and she whines.
Yesterday, we were coming back from our walk when she spotted a cat in the bushes. I didn't see it immediately, and that meant she was able to get a little closer than normal. This cat didn't take off running like the others had. Instead, it stood its ground, arched its back, and hissed at Maya. Maya's tail immediately stopped wagging and she slowly backed away. Then she grabbed her leash in her mouth and pulled me in the other direction, all the while keeping an eye on the cat, just in case it decided to make a run for us.
I'm not sure how she's going to react the next time we come across a cat, whether she'll try to play with it again or not. We didn't see any cats while on our walk today, so we'll have to wait until next time. And I'm also wondering whether this cat passed out a memo to the other cats as to how to keep Maya away from them......
Whenever Maya sees a cat now, she gets real excited and starts pulling me towards it. Of course, the cat thinks it's about to become dinner, so it takes off running. Maya's actually been able to get close to a couple of the cats, mainly because they were frozen in place, too terrified to take off running. I don't let her get close enough to touch them, or to where they could get at her, but she has gotten within a couple of feet. And then I pull her away and she whines.
Yesterday, we were coming back from our walk when she spotted a cat in the bushes. I didn't see it immediately, and that meant she was able to get a little closer than normal. This cat didn't take off running like the others had. Instead, it stood its ground, arched its back, and hissed at Maya. Maya's tail immediately stopped wagging and she slowly backed away. Then she grabbed her leash in her mouth and pulled me in the other direction, all the while keeping an eye on the cat, just in case it decided to make a run for us.
I'm not sure how she's going to react the next time we come across a cat, whether she'll try to play with it again or not. We didn't see any cats while on our walk today, so we'll have to wait until next time. And I'm also wondering whether this cat passed out a memo to the other cats as to how to keep Maya away from them......
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Cold Season
I recently learned that cough drops are ok for a puppy. I'm not suggesting that you feed them as treats or meals, but an occasional cough drop or ten doesn't hurt anything.
Like most people, I tend to leave things on top of my nightstand. Maya has realized this, and believes anything I leave out is actually a treat for her. I got out of the shower the other day and Maya did not come up running to me, which means she got into something she shouldn't have. So I started my search. It didn't take me long to realize that there was something in her mouth. She ran off when I told her "drop," so I had to trade her for a Cheerio. It ended up being a half eaten (and still half-wrapped) cough drop. A quick scan of my bedroom revealed two empty wrappers with tiny teeth holes.
So I learned two things that day. First, don't leave cough drops on the night stand. Second, cough drops have a lot of sugar and make puppies very hyper. At least she didn't get sick.
Like most people, I tend to leave things on top of my nightstand. Maya has realized this, and believes anything I leave out is actually a treat for her. I got out of the shower the other day and Maya did not come up running to me, which means she got into something she shouldn't have. So I started my search. It didn't take me long to realize that there was something in her mouth. She ran off when I told her "drop," so I had to trade her for a Cheerio. It ended up being a half eaten (and still half-wrapped) cough drop. A quick scan of my bedroom revealed two empty wrappers with tiny teeth holes.
So I learned two things that day. First, don't leave cough drops on the night stand. Second, cough drops have a lot of sugar and make puppies very hyper. At least she didn't get sick.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Grand People
If you've ever seen Bolt, you may remember that Bolt refers to Penny as his person throughout the movie. Random movie lines have always stuck in my head, and for this movie the line is: But she's my person! And somewhere along the way, instead of Maya being my dog, I became her person too.
My parents recently came for a visit, and my mom referred to me as Maya's person. She thought this was pretty funny. But for some reason, she didn't appreciate me calling her Maya's grand person. The way I see it, if I'm her person and they're my parents, they have to be her grand people (grand persons?). She doesn't share this line of thought, but she still refers to me as her person. Go figure.
My parents recently came for a visit, and my mom referred to me as Maya's person. She thought this was pretty funny. But for some reason, she didn't appreciate me calling her Maya's grand person. The way I see it, if I'm her person and they're my parents, they have to be her grand people (grand persons?). She doesn't share this line of thought, but she still refers to me as her person. Go figure.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Calm Down!
Two weeks ago, Maya went back to the vet for followup on her broken leg. Unfortunately, the vet put her on four more weeks of restricted activity -- no running, no jumping. I swear this vet has never had a puppy before. If she had, she would know how impossible it is to keep a little one calm for long.
Like tonight, it's 11:00 pm and instead of going to bed, I'm playing tug-o-war with Maya. Why? Because it's the only way I can keep her from running around like a mad woman. She gets these bursts of energy at 10:00 pm every night. At 9:59 pm, she's fast asleep. At 10:00 pm, the sprinklers come on and she's up and full of energy for at least an hour. My options are either play with her and try to keep her calm (hence the tug-o-war) or put her in her kennel and make her go back to sleep (after she cries for a while). I went with option 1.
I don't really mind her being up, and I didn't used to mind her running around, but with her leg not completely healed, it's just not a good idea. So the bad news is we play tug-o-war with her leash and it gets a little more torn up. The good news is she definitely feels better.
Like tonight, it's 11:00 pm and instead of going to bed, I'm playing tug-o-war with Maya. Why? Because it's the only way I can keep her from running around like a mad woman. She gets these bursts of energy at 10:00 pm every night. At 9:59 pm, she's fast asleep. At 10:00 pm, the sprinklers come on and she's up and full of energy for at least an hour. My options are either play with her and try to keep her calm (hence the tug-o-war) or put her in her kennel and make her go back to sleep (after she cries for a while). I went with option 1.
I don't really mind her being up, and I didn't used to mind her running around, but with her leg not completely healed, it's just not a good idea. So the bad news is we play tug-o-war with her leash and it gets a little more torn up. The good news is she definitely feels better.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Pet Insurance
With Maya's recent injury (and the crazy vet bills associated with it), I decided I should probably look into getting some pet insurance. This is something that I had never considered before. I barely have insurance; why should I get some for a dog? Well, now I know.
If you've ever looked into getting insurance for yourself, you know how time-consuming it can be. Luckily, it's a little easier finding something for a pet. While it did take a couple of hours, I think I found the right one for us. I opted for "Accident Only" coverage. I figure I can take care of her regular appointments and vaccinations, etc; I just need a little help in case another 4-digit bill comes my way.
One thing I didn't count on was a broken leg being considered a pre-existing condition. I knew things like diabetes and hip dysplasia would be considered pre-existing conditions, but a broken leg? So basically, if she breaks any leg in the next 12 months, it won't be covered. While I'm hoping she never breaks one again, I was also hoping if she did, I'd have some coverage. Oh well.
If you've ever looked into getting insurance for yourself, you know how time-consuming it can be. Luckily, it's a little easier finding something for a pet. While it did take a couple of hours, I think I found the right one for us. I opted for "Accident Only" coverage. I figure I can take care of her regular appointments and vaccinations, etc; I just need a little help in case another 4-digit bill comes my way.
One thing I didn't count on was a broken leg being considered a pre-existing condition. I knew things like diabetes and hip dysplasia would be considered pre-existing conditions, but a broken leg? So basically, if she breaks any leg in the next 12 months, it won't be covered. While I'm hoping she never breaks one again, I was also hoping if she did, I'd have some coverage. Oh well.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Hunger Strike
Maya seems to be on a little bit of a hunger strike lately. When she hurt her leg, I couldn't get her to eat anything for 4 days. Because I needed her to eat now so she could get well, I spoiled her with some wet dog food. Since then, I've been mixing the wet food with her normal dry food, with a little less wet each day.
Everything was going well until the snow storm hit. I ran out of the wet food on Wednesday, so starting Thursday she only had her regular dry food, and she refused to eat it. Throughout the day, she would go up to her bowl and smell her food, then walk away. I figured she would eat it eventually; she just had to get hungry enough. Apparently that didn't happen on Thursday. Her hunger strike lasted until about 1:00 on Friday, when I guess she realized that she wasn't going to get anything else. She cleaned out her bowl, but then was back on the hunger strike that night.
The hunger strike continued until about 10:00 this morning, when I got in the shower. I had left a sleeve of saltines on the coffee table which I incorrectly assumed she could not get to. When I got out of the shower, the wrapper was in her mouth and there were cracker crumbs everywhere. I don't think she actually ate too many of them, but she did eat enough for her to realize she was hungry. She gave in and ate most of her food.
I was originally planning on phasing out the wet food over the next week or so, but it looks like she's back on her regular food, so I will not be buying any more of the wet food. I'm sure she'll be disappointed, but she won't starve. Plus, she's a dog -- she'll forget all about the good stuff in a day or two.
Everything was going well until the snow storm hit. I ran out of the wet food on Wednesday, so starting Thursday she only had her regular dry food, and she refused to eat it. Throughout the day, she would go up to her bowl and smell her food, then walk away. I figured she would eat it eventually; she just had to get hungry enough. Apparently that didn't happen on Thursday. Her hunger strike lasted until about 1:00 on Friday, when I guess she realized that she wasn't going to get anything else. She cleaned out her bowl, but then was back on the hunger strike that night.
The hunger strike continued until about 10:00 this morning, when I got in the shower. I had left a sleeve of saltines on the coffee table which I incorrectly assumed she could not get to. When I got out of the shower, the wrapper was in her mouth and there were cracker crumbs everywhere. I don't think she actually ate too many of them, but she did eat enough for her to realize she was hungry. She gave in and ate most of her food.
I was originally planning on phasing out the wet food over the next week or so, but it looks like she's back on her regular food, so I will not be buying any more of the wet food. I'm sure she'll be disappointed, but she won't starve. Plus, she's a dog -- she'll forget all about the good stuff in a day or two.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Snow Day 4
I finally decided to grab the camera and share a few pictures of Maya playing in the snow. She spent most of the time with her face buried in the snow, and she had a really cute snow mask going, but she wouldn't look at me long enough for me to snap a picture. But here's our little adventure.
First, she spent some time looking out longingly at the snow, almost as if she knows how much fun she could be having out there.
Finally, she convinces me to take her outside.
Notice the shaved hind leg. That's gotta be cold!! Also notice how snow-free she is. That doesn't last long. Before you know it, she's attacking the innocent, snow-covered bushes.
It looks like the bushes got her back.
Our adventure didn't last very long. Soon, she was cold and shivering, so I put her inside my coat as we walked back inside. A quick shake of her coat and a warm towel on her paws and she was good as new, back at the window wanting to go back outside.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Snow
Maya got her first taste of snow today, literally. We don't get too many snow days in Texas, so Maya hadn't seen any snow before now. And she liked it!
I think she doesn't quite know what to make of it -- it's really cold on her paws, but it tastes so good! It took us a while to get downstairs this morning, mainly because Maya kept stopping to eat the snow. She had to taste it every so often, because maybe this pile tasted different than the last pile. But after she did her business, she had had enough, and she kept jumping up on my leg until I picked her up. Since her fur hasn't grown back yet after her surgery, her leg and bottom were exposed to the elements, and she was cold! She didn't stop shaking until she had been under my coat for a few minutes.
But she does like the snow in small quantities. I've mentioned before that she has a bell on the door to let me know when she needs to go outside (her "potty bell"). This afternoon, she started ringing it non-stop. I knew she didn't have to go out because we had come in about 10 minutes earlier, but I finally got tired of listening to the bell and got up. I grabbed my shoes, my coat, my scarf. I put her leash on, and then we headed out the door. In the time it took me to lock the door, she had run to the edge of the snow, grabbed a mouthful, and had run back to the door, ready to go back inside. Guess she just wanted to make sure it was still there, and still oh-so-delicious.
I think she doesn't quite know what to make of it -- it's really cold on her paws, but it tastes so good! It took us a while to get downstairs this morning, mainly because Maya kept stopping to eat the snow. She had to taste it every so often, because maybe this pile tasted different than the last pile. But after she did her business, she had had enough, and she kept jumping up on my leg until I picked her up. Since her fur hasn't grown back yet after her surgery, her leg and bottom were exposed to the elements, and she was cold! She didn't stop shaking until she had been under my coat for a few minutes.
But she does like the snow in small quantities. I've mentioned before that she has a bell on the door to let me know when she needs to go outside (her "potty bell"). This afternoon, she started ringing it non-stop. I knew she didn't have to go out because we had come in about 10 minutes earlier, but I finally got tired of listening to the bell and got up. I grabbed my shoes, my coat, my scarf. I put her leash on, and then we headed out the door. In the time it took me to lock the door, she had run to the edge of the snow, grabbed a mouthful, and had run back to the door, ready to go back inside. Guess she just wanted to make sure it was still there, and still oh-so-delicious.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Broken Puppy
Well, it finally happened -- I broke my puppy. :(
Ok, so I didn't actually break her, but I feel bad anyways. When I left home on Thursday morning, she was perfectly fine. When I came home that afternoon, she wasn't. She stays in her kennel when I'm gone and will run out when when I open her door, running circles around the living room and practically jumping into my arms. On this particular day, I opened the door, and she walked out very slowly. Then I noticed she was limping. I checked her over, but couldn't find anything wrong with her.
We ended up at the vet's office where x-rays showed a break in her rear leg. She came home with a cast that day and had surgery the following afternoon. She slept a lot the first couple of days, but is getting back to her normal self.
Through it all, Maya has been a trooper. When I found out her leg was actually broken, I was amazed that she hadn't cried at all. She even let me (and the vet) touch and manipulate her leg without so much as a whimper. She was putting weight on it by Saturday, and today I've already had to stop her from running and jumping.
She looks pretty pathetic with her shaved leg and cone head, almost like she's ashamed. I wouldn't want to embarrass her even more by posting a picture, so here's one with her little cast.
Ok, so I didn't actually break her, but I feel bad anyways. When I left home on Thursday morning, she was perfectly fine. When I came home that afternoon, she wasn't. She stays in her kennel when I'm gone and will run out when when I open her door, running circles around the living room and practically jumping into my arms. On this particular day, I opened the door, and she walked out very slowly. Then I noticed she was limping. I checked her over, but couldn't find anything wrong with her.
We ended up at the vet's office where x-rays showed a break in her rear leg. She came home with a cast that day and had surgery the following afternoon. She slept a lot the first couple of days, but is getting back to her normal self.
Through it all, Maya has been a trooper. When I found out her leg was actually broken, I was amazed that she hadn't cried at all. She even let me (and the vet) touch and manipulate her leg without so much as a whimper. She was putting weight on it by Saturday, and today I've already had to stop her from running and jumping.
She looks pretty pathetic with her shaved leg and cone head, almost like she's ashamed. I wouldn't want to embarrass her even more by posting a picture, so here's one with her little cast.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Play Dates
I've recently discovered play dates, and they're great!!
A few days ago, Maya was not cooperating with my studying. She kept trying to jump on me, tear up my books, run off with my pen or highlighter, bark nonstop, and other very distracting behavior. I know she was just feeling neglected and wanted me to play with her, but I just didn't have the time. As I fell further and further behind, I just yelled at her more and more. The more upset I got, the worse her behavior got.
That's when I decided to pay my neighbor a visit. She absolutely loves Maya, and Maya is pretty crazy about her too. She's always offering to take Maya for a few hours whenever I need to get some work done, so I decided to take her up on her offer. After making sure she wasn't busy, I dropped Maya off and headed back home to study. I got 2.5 hours of uninterrupted studying, and Maya got 2.5 hours of uninterrupted pampering and playtime. It's exactly was we both needed. When I picked her up, I was recharged on my patience and she had gotten some much needed attention. The rest of the evening was good for both of us.
Last night, Maya had a second play date. I had just taken her out for the last time before heading to bed. On our way back home, we ran into a neighbor and his dog. We stopped and chatted for a few minutes while the dogs played. About 10 minutes later, another neighbor came by with her dog. The three of us chatted for about 30 minutes while the dogs continued playing. It was great because all three dogs are about the same size, so they play really well together. By the time we finally went home, Maya was beat. She got some water, and then went straight to bed and was out like a light. This let me get a couple more things done before I called it a night.
I'm thinking I need to start setting up some play dates for her a little more often. :)
A few days ago, Maya was not cooperating with my studying. She kept trying to jump on me, tear up my books, run off with my pen or highlighter, bark nonstop, and other very distracting behavior. I know she was just feeling neglected and wanted me to play with her, but I just didn't have the time. As I fell further and further behind, I just yelled at her more and more. The more upset I got, the worse her behavior got.
That's when I decided to pay my neighbor a visit. She absolutely loves Maya, and Maya is pretty crazy about her too. She's always offering to take Maya for a few hours whenever I need to get some work done, so I decided to take her up on her offer. After making sure she wasn't busy, I dropped Maya off and headed back home to study. I got 2.5 hours of uninterrupted studying, and Maya got 2.5 hours of uninterrupted pampering and playtime. It's exactly was we both needed. When I picked her up, I was recharged on my patience and she had gotten some much needed attention. The rest of the evening was good for both of us.
Last night, Maya had a second play date. I had just taken her out for the last time before heading to bed. On our way back home, we ran into a neighbor and his dog. We stopped and chatted for a few minutes while the dogs played. About 10 minutes later, another neighbor came by with her dog. The three of us chatted for about 30 minutes while the dogs continued playing. It was great because all three dogs are about the same size, so they play really well together. By the time we finally went home, Maya was beat. She got some water, and then went straight to bed and was out like a light. This let me get a couple more things done before I called it a night.
I'm thinking I need to start setting up some play dates for her a little more often. :)
Friday, January 14, 2011
Comfy Couch
I'm one of those people who does not like dogs on the couch, on the chairs, on the bed, etc., so I've tried to teach Maya that these are forbidden areas. The bed is easy -- she can't get up there. The chairs have been easy too -- I think she's scared she'll fall off because they're not very big, so she doesn't try. But the couch is another story.
Until recently, Maya was just too small to jump up on the couch. However, a few weeks ago, she figured it out. She has to take a little bit of a running start, but she can jump up there now. I tell her to get off whenever I catch her, and she usually listens. Only once have I had to actually pick her up and put her back on the ground. But I don't know what she does when I'm not around. She's in her crate when I'm at school or running errands, so I know she can't get on the couch or into other things. She's has done a few things in the past (if you'd like to see what she likes to do with a roll of paper towels while I'm in the shower, click here), but for the most part, she stays out of trouble.
For the past week or so, I've been convinced that she hangs out on the couch while I'm in the shower. But since I haven't been able to catch her, it's not like I can do anything about it. Today, I got proof that she was up there. I left the TV remote on the couch, and when I got out of the shower, the TV was on a different channel. I guess she sat or stepped on it while chilling on the couch. But again, what can I do about it? I know I'm never going to catch her (she gets off when she hears the shower turn off) and I can't do anything about it unless I catch her. I guess I'm just going to have to accept that she's found a new place to relax for a few minutes each morning.
Until recently, Maya was just too small to jump up on the couch. However, a few weeks ago, she figured it out. She has to take a little bit of a running start, but she can jump up there now. I tell her to get off whenever I catch her, and she usually listens. Only once have I had to actually pick her up and put her back on the ground. But I don't know what she does when I'm not around. She's in her crate when I'm at school or running errands, so I know she can't get on the couch or into other things. She's has done a few things in the past (if you'd like to see what she likes to do with a roll of paper towels while I'm in the shower, click here), but for the most part, she stays out of trouble.
For the past week or so, I've been convinced that she hangs out on the couch while I'm in the shower. But since I haven't been able to catch her, it's not like I can do anything about it. Today, I got proof that she was up there. I left the TV remote on the couch, and when I got out of the shower, the TV was on a different channel. I guess she sat or stepped on it while chilling on the couch. But again, what can I do about it? I know I'm never going to catch her (she gets off when she hears the shower turn off) and I can't do anything about it unless I catch her. I guess I'm just going to have to accept that she's found a new place to relax for a few minutes each morning.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
CPR Puppy
Since moving to this part of Texas, I have discovered a new breed of flies. Just think of a regular housefly on steroids. I was kind of hoping the cold had killed them all off, but alas, no -- one magically appeared in my bathroom this morning.
Like most people (or at least most people I know), I don't have a flyswatter. So what does a girl do when she needs a flyswatter and there's not one to be found? She grabs the nearest article of clothing from the top of the hamper. In my case, a pair of shorts. After too many swings and misses, the fly finally hit the ground.
As it was lying dead (I thought) on its back, I went to find something to pick it up with. That's when Maya decided to investigate. I assume she thought it might be a good toy. She sniffed it, maybe licked it, definitely pawed at it. I walked in just in time to see her flip it back onto its legs with her paw, at which point it flew away again.
I eventually managed to hit it again with the shorts and get it in the trash, but somebody should teach Maya that CPR should be saved for animals that fall into the cute-and-cuddly categories, which most definitely does not include bugs.
Like most people (or at least most people I know), I don't have a flyswatter. So what does a girl do when she needs a flyswatter and there's not one to be found? She grabs the nearest article of clothing from the top of the hamper. In my case, a pair of shorts. After too many swings and misses, the fly finally hit the ground.
As it was lying dead (I thought) on its back, I went to find something to pick it up with. That's when Maya decided to investigate. I assume she thought it might be a good toy. She sniffed it, maybe licked it, definitely pawed at it. I walked in just in time to see her flip it back onto its legs with her paw, at which point it flew away again.
I eventually managed to hit it again with the shorts and get it in the trash, but somebody should teach Maya that CPR should be saved for animals that fall into the cute-and-cuddly categories, which most definitely does not include bugs.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Where to Sleep....
Ever since I stopped putting Maya in her kennel overnight, I never know where she's going to decide to sleep. If I had to guess, I'd say sleeps in her bed 60% of the time, the floor 30%, and her kennel 10%.
I used to read every night before going to sleep, but I haven't done it in a while because I've just been too tired at bedtime. Last night, I decided to read a chapter before going to sleep. When I was ready for bed, I took my glasses off, reached for the light, and glanced down to see where Maya was. She wasn't there. I glanced at her bed, the floor, and her kennel. No Maya. I put my glasses back on and took a closer look, and that's when I found her.
I'm guessing she didn't like the light being on because I found her asleep mostly under the bed with just half of her lower legs sticking out. This was surprising for a couple of reasons, but mainly because she didn't fit under there a couple of weeks ago! I'm not sure how she got there, but she got there and was fast asleep. I'm guessing she fell asleep next to the bed and rolled over and ended up under there.
But since she wasn't able to crawl under the bed a couple of weeks ago, how did she crawl back out? She was up before me the following morning, so I guess I'll never know!
I used to read every night before going to sleep, but I haven't done it in a while because I've just been too tired at bedtime. Last night, I decided to read a chapter before going to sleep. When I was ready for bed, I took my glasses off, reached for the light, and glanced down to see where Maya was. She wasn't there. I glanced at her bed, the floor, and her kennel. No Maya. I put my glasses back on and took a closer look, and that's when I found her.
I'm guessing she didn't like the light being on because I found her asleep mostly under the bed with just half of her lower legs sticking out. This was surprising for a couple of reasons, but mainly because she didn't fit under there a couple of weeks ago! I'm not sure how she got there, but she got there and was fast asleep. I'm guessing she fell asleep next to the bed and rolled over and ended up under there.
But since she wasn't able to crawl under the bed a couple of weeks ago, how did she crawl back out? She was up before me the following morning, so I guess I'll never know!
Monday, January 3, 2011
New Year, New Home
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that Maya really needed a new, bigger kennel. I knew she would need one eventually, but I wanted to hold off until I was sure that she was gone growing. Well, last week I decided that I couldn't make her wait any longer. That's when I noticed that she had to hunch down to get in, and pretty much stay in that position. She couldn't stand up and she couldn't stretch out. I know, bad mommy.
So last week, in honor of the new year, she got a new kennel. She hasn't spent a lot of time in it, mainly because I've been home a lot lately. The first day, she just kind of looked at it and didn't know what to make of it. The following day, she decided to go inside it and try to hide a treat by digging through the plastic floor. She used to try that with her old kennel too. It didn't work there either. By the third day, she was going in there and chilling every now and then. I think she liked that she could stand up straight in there, with a couple of inches to spare.
Yesterday was the first day that I put her in and left her there. I ran to the store and was back in about 30 - 40 minutes. When I came back, I could hear her crying as I walked to the door. I don't know if she was crying the whole time I was gone, or if she just started when she heard my car. Either way, poor puppy! She was not liking the new kennel. She didn't like when I put her in her old one (I assume because it was cramped), but she didn't cry either. I wonder if the extra space somehow scares her....? Does she not feel as secure and safe now? I'm sure she'll get used to it in a couple of days, but in the meantime, it breaks my heart. :(
So last week, in honor of the new year, she got a new kennel. She hasn't spent a lot of time in it, mainly because I've been home a lot lately. The first day, she just kind of looked at it and didn't know what to make of it. The following day, she decided to go inside it and try to hide a treat by digging through the plastic floor. She used to try that with her old kennel too. It didn't work there either. By the third day, she was going in there and chilling every now and then. I think she liked that she could stand up straight in there, with a couple of inches to spare.
Yesterday was the first day that I put her in and left her there. I ran to the store and was back in about 30 - 40 minutes. When I came back, I could hear her crying as I walked to the door. I don't know if she was crying the whole time I was gone, or if she just started when she heard my car. Either way, poor puppy! She was not liking the new kennel. She didn't like when I put her in her old one (I assume because it was cramped), but she didn't cry either. I wonder if the extra space somehow scares her....? Does she not feel as secure and safe now? I'm sure she'll get used to it in a couple of days, but in the meantime, it breaks my heart. :(
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